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pvrkacciosan · 4 months

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Wonders of a Bump

Summary: During pregnancy there are many wonders of a bump, feeling the babe move is just one of them.

Word count: 989

Warnings: Pregnancy

Ages: Eirian (Unborn)

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Nesta curled around her own swollen belly, burrowing deeper into the blanket, book clutched firmly in her hand.

The further she progressed into this pregnancy the harder it was becoming to move and holing herself up in the House of Wind seemed like a more then appropriate action to take.

Especially when she was supplied with an endless amount of books to read, what more could she want for?

Reading the lines on the page, encompassed in the warm of the blanket and the light sound of Cassian in a nearby room was all she needed in that moment. And perhaps a snack.

Rubbing her free hand into the underside of her belly, Nesta felt the skin stretch and seize beneath her touch. She froze.

When the feeling reoccurred Nesta sat up suddenly nauseated at the thought of something being wrong. Something just didn't feel right. Perhaps she had sent that down the bond that they shared as Cassian appeared in the frame of the door not a second later.

He didn't look up from the training report he had in his grasp,

"Nes, everything alright?"

When he didn't receive a response his head snapped up, spotting Nesta leant forwards, book discarded off the side of the couch, both hands braced across her swollen belly.

Cassina dropped the report by the door, taking a few big strides to be at her side, Kneeling onto the floor beside her, Cassian clasped one side of her face, his other hand reaching to hold her hand beside her belly.

"Nesta. Talk to me."

She was breathing heavily, the hand he did not hold rubbing along the bump softly. Nesta shook her head gently, "Something isn't right."

Her words shots a spear of panic launching through his chest, Cassian fought to keep the air moving through his lungs. He moved the other hand to rest it atop the bump that safely kept their babe safe. Or should.

Cassian let the shield around his mind slip away, calling out for Rhys. His brother was quick to respond at the sound of Cassian's panic,

What is the matter? Rhys spoke clearly through his mind.

I need Madja here. Now. Cassian knew Rhys wouldn't question anything, wouldn't hesitate. So he half attended to put his mental shield back up focusing back on his mate.

Nesta's brow was furrowed and Cassian kept swirling soothing circles onto her arm until he sensed the others entering the house.

"Cassian!" Feyre called out,

"In here!" he called out, not turning away from Nesta once,

Feyre, Rhys and Madja appeared in the doorway, pushing towards them. Cassina shuffled slightly away to allow Madja the access she needed to assess Nesta.

"What is it dear? " Madja rested a comforting hand on Nesta's knee. "What do you feel?"

The bodies of females were made to feeling instincts such as this, they often knew what was wrong without someone telling them. Madja had never once doubted a mother intuition. Nor did she now.

Nesta shakes her head again, half in a daze still unsure of what was wrong.

"There was this feeing, a … rippling when I touched-" Nesta gasped lightly when the feeling reoccurred when Madja lightly laid a hand on her bump.

Cassina had leaned forwards, ready to rip the healer away if she inflicted pain, he hadn't expected Rhys to be behind him, pulling him back lightly. Would have growled at his brother had Madja not pulled away from his mate.

She smiled at Feyre now. The High lady exchanged a glance with Rhys. They were clearing communicating through their bond, Cassian tried to refrain from growling at them both. If something was wrong with his mate and mother of his unborn child he deserved to be one of the first to know.

Nesta had also noticed the exchanged glances, "What is wrong with my baby? Stop keeping information from me." There was a bite in her words, one Cassian knew was rooted solely to her fear response.

"Nothing is the matter sister." Feyre spoke softly, moving to take her mates hand in hers.

"Quite the opposite actually" Madja rose as she spoke.

Cassian shared his mates frown, until Rhys clasped a hand on his shoulder, "That's the babe moving."

"Moving?" Nesta's voice was uncertain, her hand coming to rest along her bump once more. It rippled in response to her touch. Feyre turned to pull her mate and the healer from the room, a knowing smile gracing her lips.

"We will leave you be."

The door was shut behind them, leaving the couple in silence. Cassian finally turned and knelt before Nesta. She was staring down at the bump, hand moving slowly across the surface.

"May I?" she blinked at him for a second, nodding.

Cassian place a wide palm against the frontside of her bump, frowning when there was no movement there. Nesta gently took his hand guiding it around the side. She held his hand there with her own, a beat of silence passed before he felt it.

A soft thump against the centre of his hand, he blinked in shock, before he began laughing. A joyous laugh, Nesta smiled at the sound, the little life inside her wriggling in response.

"She can hear you."

"She?" Cassian hadn't expected Nesta to confess the gender, Nesta nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek at the sight of Cassian's happiness.

"Madja told me on my last check in."

Cassina chuckled head falling forward before he leaned in, lips cusping the round of her belly,

"You gave us quite the scare little miss."

Nesta shuffled to make space for him beside her, Cassian took the hint, climbing to curl behind her, arm hanging low on her hip so his hand could hold the underside of her bump.

Nesta quickly lost track of how long they stayed in that position, it wasn't long before they both slipped into a blissful sleep, curled around the new life which had already brought them so much stress and panic, but Nesta knew every second of it was going to be worth it.

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cowboylament · 11 days

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Bonus content

While trying to work out the logistics of the penultimate chapter of what conversations were happening behind the scenes and how they affected the characters, I wrote them out. I figured they'd be fun to post once I finished in homage to SJM. these are more or less unedited. It includes:

Mor finding Lucien after the fight with Y/n

Erinyes visits Y/N and they discuss their bargain.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Ao3

It had always been empty.

That thread in my chest, it was no different than what it had always been, but barren of what it had become. The keen wit, those enormous feelings building with steady current. I’d watched it happen. Her eyes, her ears, would snag on a scene or word and the curiosity that found itself in my chest would be nothing more than a hum. She wasn’t as rash as she liked to joke she was. Her emotions built. The single note would find a touch of complexity, another string, another note, until a web had formed. Her feelings informed by her thoughts even the hard emotions, even the anger, always came to harmony. It was not quite music, but I could feel when she’d worked something out, my ribs nearly vibrating.

The first time I’d seen it with my eyes in the house of wind I’d wanted desperately to slip into her mind as she could slip into mine. With that sharp gaze, her acute presence with the world, I wanted to listen to her logic as it conducted feelings in my chest. I’m sure, even when she was wrong in her deductions, there was more sense being made than not. She was too smart, too perceptive, for it to be otherwise.

A hand, gently, used my shoulder as leverage to climb onto the barstool next to me. I wanted to be naive enough to think, even if only for a moment, it was Y/N. But I could not delude myself. I knew her too well, knew the feel of the air and the pull of all rooms when she was in them. If she’d arrived any idle part of me would drift her way, she had that sort of power. Even half-drunk, even half-slurred, the margins of my body smudging, I knew when she was there and when she was not. Tonight she was not.

The hand belonged to Mor, I could smell her perfume. She said nothing.

“Another?” Asked a waitress.

I nodded.

The waitress looked toward the female, “for you?”

“Same as him.”

“I thought you were meeting with Amren.”

“After two hours of watching you sulk, she decided to take her leave.”

The waitress slid over our drinks and I stared at the contents before taking a sip. I could open the bond now, could reach for her, but the nothing between us and her shielding would make it all the worse. I’d no intention of ever going back to what we’d been and somehow we’d landed that direction just the same. A wall between us where a deeper understanding might be. I remember when I understood everything, maybe I thought I’d understood everything, but only enough to win when I wanted to win.

“What is this Gawayn like?”

Mor pursed her lips, thinking. I imagined him tough, tall, the usual blend of every other Illyrian with their often inflexible way about life. It was hard to imagine Y/N wanting anything to do with one.

“He's funny, different.”

“Different how?”

She stared at me a moment, “He’s protective of her but in a way that doesn’t involve Rhysand.”

“What’s that mean?”

“He doesn’t do anything because she’s Rhysand’s sister, he does it because she’s his friend.”

I huffed a laugh, “So that's the standard?”

Mor looked with devastating awareness, “You forget yourself. You only took her on those walks and up to the garden because Rhysand told you to do so.”

He’s going to be my high lord. The immediacy of my embarrassment was alarming. The night we’d stopped shielding and the days after I knew I couldn’t let her be subject to my emotions. Their sudden and unwavering displays, how they crashed into me when she was near. I had to dampen it, somehow, I spent the days she was in bed trying to figure out how to put a buffer between us, to put a kink in the bond.

“What happened tonight?”

“It's not worth rehashing,” I said. If I told her what she did I’d have to admit what I’d done. I’d have to reveal my hand, my cruelty, my part in it all.

She tutted her tongue, “You both.”

“What’s your court’s deal?” I asked, half curious, half avoiding the lecture. “Why the betting, why the pretending her work is nothing?”

“From what I hear you’ve done the same thing.”

I could tell I had to be careful with my words. This was a delicate matter to Mor, one that might lose me an ally.

“Our taunts are a game to us because we know when we’re lying. But I’ve never suggested it was nothing what she manages. I’ve seen her and I know the skill it takes.”

“You think we don’t?” Mor asked sharply. She didn’t like being confronted with the truth as much as I didn’t.

“I think I’ve seen you tease and taunt her and I’ve felt her worry down our bond.”

Mor sighed, watching me and I could see that she knew I was right. In my time here Y/N was the one who got questioned the most, her word was trusted the least. Rhysand seemed to fluctuate in and out of being her leader and her brother, at times incapable of being both at the same time. I could feel her annoyance, her pain, that she was the exception to him.

“The way she is with you, this version of her is equally new to us. She has been this way for no one else. She keeps her cards very close to her and what she does reveal has always been carefully chosen to cost her the least. Since you got back it's been the opposite. She’s risked a lot for you.”

“So why make the bets then? If she wasn’t inclined to tell you before then teasing her seems even less a way to get anything from her.”

“She’s the one who came up with the idea.”

I sat up straighter, and blinked a few times.

“Years ago, after she came back from the winter in the cabin. An excuse to keep us in the loop of her life and all the more reason to leave the males she chose. She had truly terrible taste most of the time, and making Rhys lose a bet always got them out of the way.”

“Why does it bother her then?”

Mor watched me, her head falling to the side like she was asking the same thing. I didn’t think she’d reveal her answer, but after another moment she said simply, “You’re the first male that mattered.”

The words struck my gut. Suddenly all that wine seemed to seep into my consciousness and the world began to blur and spin in a way I had not considered as I’d continued glass after glass. Everything, of course, reveals itself after a bad decision has been made.

“And the Emissary business?” I asked, needing to leave everything I’d started, the road we’d taken, to break the surface and breathe some air.

Mor shrugged, “She didn’t want to be an Emissary. I think Rhysand holds that against her. Not maliciously, but…”

“How did she become one?”

“After their parents died he asked her to do it. He’s pretty good at finding a place for people, building on their strengths.”

“I’ll say.”

Mor laughed, “I guess he saw her with Egrette.”

After the words left her mouth Mor’s eyes widened, just barely, and she turned toward me to see if I’d heard, waiting for me to ask who this Egrette was.

“I know about Egrette.”

“She told you?”

“Not willingly. I found her outside, she told me she worked there. I started taking the night classes but Egrette already seemed to guess who I was.”

“Why take the classes?”

I shrugged, “I wanted to know about her life, much like the rest of you.”

Mor’s whole body softened, and she looked past me for a while. Long enough that I thought she was about to leave or that the conversation was truly over, she’d finished her glass and I was nearly done with mine. It seemed there was nothing left to say, but then she spoke again.

“How good is she?”

“Better than me.”

Mor hummed, “She’s said the same of you.”

The female stood and I knew she was going, the female turning and stopping at my side.

“Are you staying in Velaris?”

That all my actions had even made that a question was shameful. I’d left her in that foyer alone. Even after what we’d said there was a history between us that didn’t warrant such dismissal. We’d never left anything unresolved, even if before that meant finding a winner and a loser, if it meant risking losing. Tonight we’d both lost.

“I wouldn’t leave, not even after what was said.”

“What was said,” Mor asked one more time.

I stared ahead, the place fuller than before, like the deepening of the night only crowding the place more. “Burden was used.”

Mor didn’t flinch, standing before me.

“C’mon,” she said

“Why?”

“You need to sleep. In the morning, you and I are gonna make a plan.”

“Why?”

“Because you need my help.”

“No, why do you want to help.”

Mor smiled a little, mischievous even and the normalcy of it made my insides recoil. After all this, after all that was said, did we deserve to have such a thing? Someone in our corner, someone like Mor to help me get what I wanted.

“I like how she’s changed since you got here.”

A small part of me, very deep, too deep to really hold onto but felt nonetheless, smiled. I paid our tabs as a thank you, and we walked home. I tried to tell her a few things, tried to fall into something of a rapport with her, despite it feeling unnatural. Back home to share such details with someone was a risk too great to bear. There was nothing between anyone, fragile alliances, momentarily aligning causes were to serve your purpose in the end, not each other. Eris only helped me with Y/N I didn’t doubt to have one less brother vying for High Lord.

By the time we’d gotten to her apartment, I’d awkwardly revealed some of our disagreements, desperate really, for someone to confirm to me what was meant. As if I myself was not already secretly aware of her in part. Those minor grievances, I knew what she wanted from me, but I couldn’t give it, and therefore couldn’t accept her reasoning.

Mor laughed eventually, as she unlocked the door and it was a sound I’d become grateful for hearing. I didn’t want pity, pity seemed to suggest something I couldn’t consider, like we were too far gone from ourselves that we couldn’t go back. It seemed to me they felt sorry because we’d ruined something and I didn’t want it to be ruined.

“Are you always following in her footsteps? I thought you Autumn males were a bit more brave. She’s terrified and yet she’s still taking the lead.”

I scowled, the words so close to her suggestion, “I tried tonight.”

“Did you?”

It felt like it. To me it had felt like I’d tried, tried to touch her, to know her, to reveal to her something of my thoughts and she seemed to misunderstand. I know you, I wanted to say, and I can love you for it.

The door opened to her apartment and it was warm, inviting. The place was smaller than I anticipated. Being part of the court I expected something extravagant, lived in but grand. This was all rather small and homely.

“She asked after if I were to be her burden.”

Mor let out a low whistle and shut the door. I fell into the one chair as she walked toward a closet. She pulled sheets and pillows like I was nothing more than a long-time friend who’d drank too much. I closed my eyes and listened to it, that sound of care. An ache began to eat away at me one foot in memory and another in the present. Where, lying on the table, she’d been hurt beyond need. The wound sewn shut, the color just barely returning to her lips. She’d stepped between us somehow, saved me from Rhys. My mate, I could hear her care and I wanted to return it to her if only with noise. To lift her off the table and carry her quietly upstairs to her room, to clean her hair of the blood, listen to the water fill the tub, and drip from the cloth. Those idle sounds, the kind you get only at home. The kind where someone is waiting for you at night. Then she said Cassian and I knew that I was not that thing for her, the place where such sounds could be found or even wanted.

And again, in the foyer. She’d looked so sad, so hurt. I’d said the one thing I knew I shouldn’t have said. I watched the devastation for only a second before I managed to turn away. Had I been brave I might have crossed the small space and asked exactly what she meant, taken her in my hands, and had her look at me so we could say precisely what we’d been trying to say. Her heart had been beating furiously.

A draft off the window beside me blew the scent of Velaris and all its promises, people chatting, people laughing, signs of love. My mind returned here to this room.

“Her words are her only weapon,” said Mor.

“I know that.”

She glared at me, continuing her sentence I had not even realized I'd interrupted. “They are also a shield. Do not kid yourself into believing that you understand her private definitions. Whatever she said to you, whatever you think she meant, she is concealing something she is terrified to reveal.”

“I don’t scare her.”

Mor pitied me again. I could feel it. She threw a sheet over the couch and I stared wordlessly out the window. It had begun to rain. The secret kind, the one that comes in the night and dries before anyone has any chance to know it has arrived. I’d not yet slept and already I felt sick. When Mor finally offered the couch I collapsed into it.

“You should understand something Lucien,” Mor said as I curled up on the cramped uncomfortable slab. I hid my face in the fabric and blankets. Her words holding a very careful sympathy, “You scare her most of all.”

***

There was a woman by my bed.

I don’t know how I knew this.

Looking at the space it revealed this fact to me but I couldn’t say how, not outwardly, not obviously, but there she was and wasn’t. She was very beautiful, like something of a dream. Her hair spilled more than it fell, in long swerving sheaths. She bent forward in a nurturing manner toward me, sleeping, but I could tell this was not totally natural for her. So I knew who she was.

“I thought there were three of you.”

She didn’t look my way, she knew I was there, watching, “My sisters are away.”

“They made you out to be much more unpleasant.”

She smiled then, “We appear that way to the guilty. You are not guilty.” She said standing. “Not yet anyway.”

I tensed and finally, she met my gaze. Anxiety was a better-known battle, something she could look in the eye. The fae were renowned for their beauty but she was beyond that of the immortal creatures, those not quite fae, even Amren. Striking wasn’t the word, there was something soft about her, like a perfectly round stone eroded by a river. So in touch with the world and beyond it just the same.

“You are Tisiphone.”

She bowed her head much the way Lucien did—such grace.

That night in the woods and after in the house…I felt power return to me that had been taken. That caress of the hand. Lucien too had seemed to sense it. She’d touched us both. I stood up straighter. She was in my room watching me sleep and I was watching myself sleep. It might only mean one thing.

“Have you come to claim me at last?”

“That is not my way.”

“What is your way?”

“My sisters and I claim oath breakers. You are not one.”

I folded my arms in front of me clasping at my fingers though all signs of respect for forgotten Gods were foreign to me. Our worlds are different, the scales of meaning and feeling different.

“It is you who I made the bargain with.”

“Yes.”

“How?”

She stared down at her own hands and for the first time, I saw a fern stem pinched between her fingers. She spun it idly but it didn’t seem she was trying to find her words. What is it like, the mind of a God? That duty that she must fulfill, the rules of its power, it was lost to me. I couldn’t even find an imagination to conjure what it might be like to serve the world in such a way, under such confining terms.

“Once blood was shed, once it fell into the earth my sisters and I arrived.”

“And why are you here now?”

She looked up from the green stem and smiled that same smile. I wouldn’t say it was friendly but it also wasn’t insincere, “You’ve been looking for me, have you not?”

I wrung my hands, grasping at the fingers. Before me the answers, so many answers, and were they ever fair? Could life deliver its small miracles and then return to its cruelty just the same? I had to know before I made the food, but suddenly asking seemed the hardest thing in the world. I missed Lucien. If he were here, if he were asleep beside me one glance and there would be words, something steady, something sure. But he was in a townhouse not so far away and he didn’t know this place at all.

The female cocked her head. “You are afraid,” she said.

“I don’t know what it means, to make a bargain with a God. I don’t know if I’m able to keep it and I prefer you this way I admit.”

She watched with a tenderness about her, “I did not have to take your bargain you know. I confess it made little difference to me if you lived or died.” Her eyes swept over me. Whatever she had once thought she no longer did, her consideration of my standing there seemed weighed with a consideration that she herself had admitted to having. I had trouble, however, believing such indifference remained. Not at least, in such overwhelming amounts.

“My duty is to avenge and your blood was innocent. I was there to do so, but the lines were not so clear. We followed in the hopes of clarity but we found you, your mate approaching, searching for you. We are not precisely death, but we can act as its bringers. We were going to take you gently, but then you began to think about the next world.”

And Eris. I’d been thinking about a better life in what came next, I’d wanted it to be good and kind the way we’d been kind in the end. A knife pressed into the palm, the belief that even injured I could make it. How he’d fought for me to get out.

“Plenty of people like to think they’ll be better in their next life.”

She shook her head, “It is the life they had they often wish better of and it is rare that one might wish to reconcile with the men who harmed them.”

“They didn’t harm me,” I said quickly.

She raised a brow, “I have no claim over them. You do not need to worry.”

I swallowed, “So that saved me?”

Her face took some faraway look, like what Lucien had when something dear seemed so out of reach, even in memory, even surrounded by it. Her mouth parting, eyes unseeing, “You entered into a bargain to which you named no party, any God could take you up on it.”

“You and your sisters did.”

“Just me.”

“Why?”

This seemed to be the question she couldn’t answer. Whatever forces were at work, internal or from that world seemed to be anchoring those words in her stomach. They would not come out, not when I asked.

“I returned your power to you. Enough to fulfill my end of the bargain.” She said returning to this moment, her eyes meeting mind. “I’m sure it is not lost on you that you are alive when all you’d asked for was to get your mate to safety. I was prepared to take you even still, as you lay there bleeding. But we have more leeway in such deals. I watched you closely, watched you with him. I wanted to…see something.”

“See what?”

She angled her head at me, “If you meant it. I hesitated, curious and skeptical as you are, to see if it was not some near-death regret. When you stepped between your brother, I began to see, but it was not until you were alone that I understood. So I didn’t take you, I left thereafter.”

“So the feeling…in my hand.”

She smiled, raising a hand toward me, “I believe your people shake hands.”

“And Luciens too?”

“He was involved no?”

“But the bargain was between us.”

She hummed as if understanding some difference between us now. Something illuminated by my confusion. She turned away in thought, finding words for some discrepancy of godliness. My sleeping figure on the bed unmoving, if I hadn’t asked I’d have thought she had come to take me, that she already had come for me. A haunting stillness, she broke it by placing the fern in her hands across my chest. My hands on instinct, moved to reach for it.

“Bargains are a precarious thing. But it is not so simple, and fate has many strings. We Gods are not concerned with the markings of the body, our deals happen in the threads, on the soul. If you betray the oath on your shared thread I will come, and I won’t be so hesitant.”

“My oath?”

“The oath you made to get him to safety. You are bound to protect him, to lay no hands on him, cause no fatal wounds.”

“I had no plans to.”

She turned, more serious, “Your life has changed dramatically in so short a span, even for a mortal. You cannot know what you will want in the centuries ahead. Good people make bad bargains.”

I took a breath as she had, the words a smattering in my head, coming to a careful calm, and organized hum, “You waited to be sure I was good on my word. I suspect I’m alive because for whatever reason you believe I can manage it. If death is always the inevitable end, if you do not appear here in your other form, I must conclude you think I can manage.”

Her eyes narrowed in a kind of happiness, mischievous too, whatever she’d suspected I’d proven right in my answer.

“We put our faith in you as often as you put our faith in us.”

“So not often.”

The female smiled softly, “No. I will say only that night held mutual rarity between us. And…” whatever it was she wanted to say she stopped herself. Her eyes again did a sweep over the room, turning her neck, seeing it as if for the first time in its entirety. She settled on the scarf on my bed, in the spot Lucien would have if we mated.

“He made that for me,” I said. “I was looking for you because I wanted to mate him but I needed to be sure my deal would cause him no pain.”

“I cannot promise that,” she said regretfully and my shoulders slumped, an ache carving its place in my chest. Her words suddenly freed, she said what I knew she’d been unsure of saying, “You’ve learned a great deal in so short a time. I do believe I will never have to make good on my word. It's the only reason I ever make bargains.”

The words added a heaviness to the room.

“Have you been watching us?”

“A little,” she confessed. “But this is the last we will see of each other.”

“Why?”

“For plenty of reasons, most of which I cannot say, but at least because there is something important you should know, something the fae seem not to realize.”

I was silent, waiting and she turned her whole body toward mine. Whatever she was to say would be the most important thing of all.

“To mate in this life, it binds you to each other for the rest of them. Whoever it is you become, a thread of fate will forever link you to one another. Our deal is on a thread between you both, the thread that he has yet to formally accept.”

“And if he accepts it?”

“Your souls will become a union, he will inherit the same oath. You will serve, in part, as each other’s protector for every life to come. You will forever be his keeper as he is yours.”

Our breathing was a singular sound and movement. Her spilling hair moved across her chest rising with each breath as I lingered on the words she’d shared. Yes, I wished Lucien was here. I wanted to tell him everything, had to tell him everything, but it was still not the time. But I was no longer afraid. He would choose. I liked it, that it was his choice. I wanted to be sure, as she was sure, that he was up for what I’d begun. So I met her eye and I nodded.

She nodded back. I knew then, our time was up. She moved like water through the room and as she passed me a cold fell off of her familiar and understood to me but I could not point out where or how. She walked toward the door and when she reached the threshold I felt her going.

“Thank you,” I said suddenly knowing I’d have no chance to say it again. She would not be listening. She turned back and I clarified, “For hesitating, I do not take this time with my mate lightly.”

“It is your doing, do not think too highly of me. I am still a bringer of death.”

“And life.”

The female seemed to withdraw. I didn’t back down. I suspected this was not what she was known for, perhaps she didn’t like it or perhaps she did and it hurt regardless. She took one step out of the room and in a blink she was gone. It was only an instant between my waking and the moment she’d left, but there was light in the room of morning. I sat up, turned as if I’d find her again, find my other self at the end of my bed, but there was no one there. I felt it though, in my hands. Dropping my chin, pinching the stem between my fingers, I twirled the fern and its life in my hand.

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austenmarie · 2 years

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Reposting, the ACOTAR / ACOMAF drawings.

#ACOTAR #RYSAND #lucian acotar #Lucian Acofam #ACOMAF #Rhysand Acotar #Rhysand ACOMAF #Rhysand Ultimate Wife Guy (TM)

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paranormalparasite · 2 years

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Sometimes I think about sarah j maas's winged men and I just...

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #rysand #acotar #wingspan?

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itsaliveblog · 6 months

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Fourth Wing is EXTREMELY Dramione.

Why is this NOT the first thing anyone says about this book?? Like the vibes alone are unmistakable?!

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Castle with four quadrants that correspond directly to the hogwarts houses lol. Violet was training to be a ravenclaw and ended up with the conniving slytherins (arguably riders could be gryffindor but I think they’re the infantry). Hufflepuff healers obv.

She uses her smarts to do well in things she’s not adept in, relies in others to train her in this new world (older students being purebloods vs muggleborn).

Unusual hair that gets referenced all the time for no reason and love interest is obsessed with.

Older friend who’s buff and athletici and they haven’t seen each other in awhile(Dain=Krum imo)

Xaden is a dick with a permanent tattoo associating him with the Bad Guys (Dark Mark)

Character analogs: Sawyer=Ron, Rhiannon=Harry, Cedric=Liam, Ridoc=Seamus

They kiss against large stones (aka where Hermione decks Draco) and in the snow (aka where Draco gets “jealous” of Ron).

In general plot terms: a secret threat that the establishment is trying to hide/downplay.

Her power is a gold timeturner dragon lol

For fanfic hallmarks we have: every chapter a cliffhanger, some chapters randomly shorter than others (I can just FEEL the “sorry for the short chapter!!” author notes lol). Randomly introducing integral characters super late because you forgot to add them in early and can’t really edit already published chapters (Liam), randomly dropping established characters who are boring/unpopular (Sawyer)—both of which work in fanfic as these characters are pre-established and are more like set dressing than parts of the story.

Also I’m betting her nickname was either Danger, Painger, or Hurtmione lol.

#fanfic with the serial number filed off #like the shadows thing and quadrants could be Shadow and Bone but the characters have no viable analogs. They’re all bitchy children lol #tattoos are definitely acotar-ish but too childish to be azriel/oc or even rysand/oc #if it didn’t start as dramione i will eat my flight leathers #did I hate it?? idk lol #I do wonder if this started as hippogriff riders or if the gryffons were the hippogriffs and they were dragons all along

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crookedturtledetective · 8 months

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I was listening to this song and I just couldn't stop thinking about the batboys helppp I think it suits them so well (just my opinion) jeje

#batboys #acotar #acomaf #rysand #cassian #azriel #Spotify

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nitecourtfairytail · 1 year

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I’m bored tonight. Anyone wanna send me your favorite ACoTaR or CC character/ships/brotps and I’ll give you a song that reminds me of them with little to no explanation? 🤣 sounds kinda fun

#acotar #Nesta Archeron #Feyre Archeron #Elain Archeron #Rysand #Cassian #Lucien #Morrigan #Amren #the IC #Ruhn Danaan #Bryce Quinlan #Therion #idk. just seems like something fun to do

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lillies-reading-updates · 1 year

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Are we just gonna pretend Tamlin and Rysand definitely didn't de gay stuff a couple hundred years ago? Cause I'm reading ACOTAR and it sure does seem like it...

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #reading #sarah j maas

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violet-shadows · 2 years

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Hii im the anon that asked for the nessian/feysand x reader. I've just read the first chapter of the polynessian that you wrote and it's soo good. Im so happy that you are also willing to write the rysand one, i think that there are too little ffs on rysand and feyra on this app and something new is always accepted haha. It makes me so happy that you are willing to write something that i asked, it makes me excited ☺️. Im waiting for the new onesss! (Congrats for the 600 <<33)

Thank you for the ask! I really enjoy reading poly ACOTAR fics and idk why I haven’t written one myself until now. Once you brought it up I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I hope you continue to enjoy Missing Piece and I appreciate you!

#asks #my stuff

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pvrkacciosan · 4 months

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Sister of Mine

Summary: Follows the scene of Rhys and Feyre telling Nyx he is going to be a big brother.

Word count: 754

Warnings: none?

Ages: Nyx; 3, Soraya; (unborn)

ACOTAR Next Gen. Masterlist

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Rhysand picked up his son, holding him hugged into the warm of his chest, Nyx only seemed to snuggle in closer taking a quick second to glance up at his father in question.

Rhysand's hand gentle held around Nyx's back careful of the small wings there. It was still unclear whether his son's wings would be permanently visible at almost four years old Nyx would be unable to properly control his magic if he inherited any.

Rhys walked them both into the longue following the pull of the bond, Feyre was perched on a long chair, blanket pulled up over her thighs, with her legs tucked beneath her.

Nyx's wings flopped about happily at the sight of his mother, Rhys smiled meeting his mates gaze, her bright smile exploded something in his chest as he extended their son to her outstretched hands.

"Hi baby" Feyre snuggled her nose against her sons, dropping him so he sat in her lap.

Rhysand watched the sight for a second before moving to ease down beside the small couch, the change in Feyre's scent had his heart stuttering within him when he had noticed it a couple months ago.

She was carrying their second child, after almost four years with their son and Rhys couldn't be happier with his life.

After a few months, it was safe to say this pregnancy was going forward and that meant letting their son know he was soon to become a brother before the let the new known to the others. Rhys tried to ignore the memories of his own younger sister and how proud he had been to be her older brother, Feyre held Nyx up, his smile a replica of their own.

"We need to share some news with you." Feyre spoke softly to her son, Rhys slide a hand to rest against her side, eyes watching Nyx as he settled, wide eyes blinking at them both his small hands playfully tapping into the muscle of Feyre's leg.

"You are going to be a big brother" Nyx froze at his mothers words. He looked from his mother then to his father,

"A brother. How?" his small body turned so he could glance around the room, perhaps looking for the sibling he now sought.

"They're in here baby." Rhys slide his hand to cup the small almost unnoticeable bump swelling over his mates womb. Nyx paused staring at his fathers hand, the placement of it.

Both parents waited for some sort of reaction, Nyx sat in his mothers lap, small brow furrowing in confusion. There was a couple beats of silence before he showed any emotion at all.

His tiny hands moved quickly, pushing away his fathers hand, and then crawled from Feyre's lap soft feet padding into the floor as he rounded to the side Rhysand sat.

When Rhysand tried to reach for Feyre once more, Nyx cried out."No, you can't touch." he began shoving his fathers legs, Rhys got up slowly stepping back as his son pushed him further across the room.

Feyre had shifted on the couch, waiting as Nyx moved to put himself in the space parting his parents.

"Baby what are you doing?" Feyre's words caused Nyx to look up at her, he wandered closer, placing both hands on her legs and resting his chin on her knees.

"My sister. Daddy can't touch." Feyre leaned forward, hand resting atop the swell, using her free hand to stroke down the hair on the side of her sons head.

"You might have a baby brother or sister"

Nyx nodded once, "Yes a sister"

Feyre had laughed then, shifting to pull her first born son back onto her lap, perhaps he might be right but it would be another couple months before they would know.

Rhys had stayed standing at the far side of the room,

"Can Daddy come back now?" His own voice sounded pitiful. His brothers would surely mock him if they were here. Rhysand watched his mate and son as they curled into the blanket together, Nyx's small head peaking up from the bundle to shake his head.

Feyre shot Rhys a smirk, "Sorry Daddy you are not allowed"Rhys narrowed his eyes at her, Feyre blew him a kiss before she curled back around to hug with Nyx. It was finalised then. Rhys was banished by word of his son.

Shaking his head with a small laugh, Rhys left the sound of their laughter following him, He couldn't help but smile. Perhaps his next child might take his side more often and he would finally have someone else to spend his time with.But none the less,

he couldn't wait to find out.

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ldelafieldbooks · 1 year

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ACOTAR

Omg Sarah J MAAS Is amazing I am in love with ACOTAR and now I am reading cresent city 1 and 2 this is such an amazing adventure! Team Cassian & Rysand <3

#acotar #sarah j maas #nesta x cassian #cassian smut

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fortpeat · 1 year

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Besides Fortpeat are there any other celebrity crushes you have?

Hey youuu ❤️

Took me a while to think of the people I have crushes on 🤭

So right at the moment Fortpeat has my heart and my soul and there is no space for anyone else 🤣 but ofcourse I have crushes on other celebrities like any normal human so let's see shall we.

Apo Nnattawin 😚🤌✨ - THAT MAN IS PERFECTION

Rafael Silva - Again yet another gorgeous human being. 😘

And Mile, Jeff - not crushes per say but more like they are just so beautiful you can't help but admire them 😌👏

Fictional crushes coz yess I do have them 😌✨

Rysand from ACOTAR - THAT MAN IS MY HUSBAND OK 👌

Credit to the OG artist.

#personal #asks are always appreciated

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spidersmiceandeverythingnice · 2 years

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I’m so glad to find someone who also doesn’t like Rysand. I’m so sick of hearing people go on and on about what a feminist he is when he’s overshadowing Feyre both in the fandom and in the story.

oh trust me we are OUT here.

I don't buy him as a "feminist hero" (gag me) and I genuinely HATE how much he became the protagonist of ACOTAR. Because Rhysand is the Author Special Fave, he can't be challenged or even properly questioned and has to be the Best at Everything. Which means that every conflict with him is fundamentally superficial, pointless, and predictable, and he NEVER faces consequences for ANYTHING he does, despite her still (I guess!?!?) attempting to portray him as a morally gray sexy bad boy or whatever - it's just BORING. Rhysand is boring, he's the most bland-ass pathetic whiny excuse for a sexy morally gray bad boy I've ever laid my eyes on and the longer I write this post the saltier I get.

I'm begging everyone who likes Rhysand to Please Reconsider. Please. For MY sanity.

#anti sjm #i kid i mean everyone is entitled to their faves #but like i physically cannot imagine a more tasteless 'morally gray bad boy love interest' than RHYSAND #he's so fucking DULL i hate reading about him #i liked him better in acotar when he was just kind of a bitch to be a bitch #sjm felt like she had to make him a Byronic Hero and tbh that ruined his character COMPLETELY #i would have liked him more if he was straight up evil and manipulative and unapologetic #if he didn't have some Secret Reasons for Being a Good Guy All Along!!!#or hell if he at least faced FUCKING CONSEQUENCES?!?!?! for literally ANYTHING that he did in the entire series!?!?!?#instead is like 'oh well he had good intentions and it all worked out in the end so forgive and forget live laugh love lol'#like..... you can't see me right now but i'm rolling my eyes. FUCK that

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me-gustan-las-historias · 2 years

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Una corte de llamas plateadas

Tengo problemas con este libro, no me mal entiendan, lo disfrute, pero... Creo que pudo haber sido mejor, me sentí decepcionada como poco, a pesar de que ya tiene tiempo que lo leí aun me siento estafada.

Me pregunto si soy la única que lo sintió, en todo caso y lo mejor que puedo decir del libro en general es que es un buen experimento, anteriormente la escritora había logrado destacar mucho con "Trono de Cristal", por el tipo de saga, (dirigido mas bien a un publico joven), la saga de "ACOTAR" se siente como un intento de incursionar en la literatura +18.

No había tenido problema con los 4 libros anteriores, (bueno, la verdad me costo mucho, mucho leer el primero, pero ya llegaré a eso), pero el último, protagonizado por Nesta... Bueno se siente como un copia y pega, siendo objetivos es casi, si no que la misma trama de "Una corte de niebla y furia".

Nesta se convirtió rápidamente en mi personaje favorito esta por sobre Rysand y Feyre, muchos dicen que se redimió hasta el tercer o incluso hasta el libro donde es protagonista, pero personalmente se redimió en el primer libro, en los capítulos 30 y 31, citare un dialogo del capitulo 31 palabras de Nesta a Feyre

"—Sabía que tú podías conseguir más. Y si no, entonces quería ver si él iba a intentar hacerlo en lugar de ponerse a tallar esas piezas de madera. Quería ver si realmente iba a pelear por nosotras. Yo no podía ocuparme de nosotros, no como lo hacías tú. Y te odiaba por eso. Pero a él lo odiaba más. Lo sigo odiando."

Ese dialogo para mi fue suficiente, tanto para seguir leyendo como para que Nesta fuera, (aún ahora), mi personaje favorito de "ACOTAR".

Nesta es un personaje con una fuerte personalidad tanto que siendo humana la magia de los Faes no la afectaron, en el libro que protagoniza, la autora pareciera mas bien atarla, domarla, ajustarla a lo que quiere Feyre, eso, se siente como atar a un ave, me hubiera gustado ver mas de esa Nesta que por vengar a su hermana hizo que un Duque se enamorara de ella, a esa Nesta que bailando sedujo al enemigo.

Bueno, me extendido mas de lo que esperaba, pero he de admitir que tenia rato pensando en esto, si alguien lo llega a leer espero me de su punto de vista

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